You can not see me when I work. If I stop working you cannot see. Keep me wet and you'll be fine. Invisible to others unless you change my color.

I can contain soles or memories, but I cannot exist without the death of trees. People use me to hold long forgotten things.

I'm angry but not I'm not raging. I'm an intersection but I have no traffic lights. I'm a symbol of life for some, but I'm a tool of death. I'm the passing of a ball, but the ball contains no dancers.

Love me or not, to some I’m oddly crisp, tasting like herbs or a sad rubber tire from a dish. Twisted and bold, a nostalgic wish, but I’m more like the black sheep of the candy dish.

I have a face, but I do not have a n expression. I am often seen in a bathroom.